They walked past a pool and a couple of low buildings that looked like they might be dorms, to a beach adjacent to the harbor. They found a picnic table and sat eating in silence. The food was excellent, it was clear to Kjem that they took good food very seriously.
There were more people at the beach in front of them now, young women and occasionally an older man or woman, walking the beach, laying out for the sun, or playing in the water. Most of the women had bikinis on, but some were topless. A couple of brunette students in green GCC T-shirts walked along the path that led from one of the dorms toward the beach and waved at Lisa as they passed. One of them pulled her shirt off over her head, revealing a very nice pair of tits with big, puffy areoles. The two girls laughed and looked up at Kjem, then the topless girl took the shirt off the other girl, who raised her arms in assistance, and the two of them ran toward the beach. Kjem could see their tits bouncing in front of them as they ran, and after they passed the view from behind was just as good, their bikini bottoms were not much more than thongs.
Lisa laughed, "Nice show, eh? This is a great spot, folks love to be open at the beach. Nudity isn't allowed in public spaces on the campus proper, but on the beaches it's OK to go 'Euro-style'. Pretty much anything goes on Haulover beach, over by your cottage. The cottage you're staying in is in Guest Village, but if you get the job here it would be your place. It's small, if you want something bigger you'd have to put in for an open cottage in one of the other villages closer to campus. But it's got a workshop building, I figured you'd like that, and the beach is a nice spot for sure."
After they finished eating, Lisa lead Kjem to the road, grabbed a moke (some of these seems to be around for as-needed use) and took them on a quick tour of the island. The entire island was devoted to the campus, with the harbor on the southwest end, beaches ran in arcs along the west shore, and sand and beach rock along the south. A reef system protected the island from the west and north. It was flats and patch reefs east a long way in either direction, with the other cays to the southwest and northeast. The island was largely covered in palms, pine trees, and low scrub. The campus buildings and dorms were in the south west end of the island; electricity and water systems, a service harbor, and other support systems on the north side; and cottages for faculty and staff were scattered in three small villages on the south and northwest shores of the cay.
Lisa's art and class studio were in the back side of the humanities building in the quad. Lisa was very happy to show off both her own work and those of her students. A fair bit of the work was nudes, mostly female, in charcoal, paint, digital, and sculpture. These ranged from modest to abstract to very explicit. One example from a student was a very nice painting, almost photographic in quality, of a woman's face, her eyes closed in apparent ecstasy, with the tip of an erect penis held in her lips.
Another was a conch shell, with the pink opening carved, etched, and polished into a very clear and detailed representation of a woman's vulva. As Kjem admired it, Lisa hugged him from behind and told him, "That's one of my own. A self-portrait of sorts."
As she molded herself to him, one of her hands snaked around and rubbed up and down his growing erection. "Hmm, you seem to like it. Does it look familiar?"
Kjem sputtered in surprise, something about this being a job interview and how he had to be on his best behavior, but Lisa laughed. "No time now, I've got to get you to Mike. But..." and she turned him around and pulled his hand up to massage her bra-less tit through her dress, "... I'll join you for dinner later, and we can take a trip down memory lane."
She kissed him deeply, still holding his hand to her breast. She laughed again at his embarrassment, then lead him out of the studio and out into the quad.
They walked toward a two-story white building across from the quad, with what looked like a small raised observatory dome on the roof at one end. Mikes office was on the same end as the observatory, on the upper floor. It was a typical scientists office, small and littered with papers, images, a couple of elderly coffee machines, and bits of electronic gear.
Mike waved him in, and told Lisa he'd get Kjem to Gabriella and Isabella on time. Lisa closed the door behind herself, and Mike offered Kjem a cup of coffee, which he gratefully accepted. He didn't want either sugar or creamer, nor was he offered any. Mike flopped into the chair behind the desk and Kjem sat in the only other chair present that wasn't covered in papers and books.
"OK," started Mike. "It's fallen on me to tell you what this place is really like."
"We've gone over your record with a fine-toothed comb, it's clear you're a great teacher and qualified for this job. Your personality profile is what the college is looking for, and the non-professional aspects fit as well. You're still being checked out while you're here, of course, but the big remaining question is whether or not you can integrate into an isolated college with our 'non-traditional' aspects. Not the diving thing, that's already a plus in your favor."
"Look," Mike continued. "I'm sure you've noticed how much sexual heat there is here. This is an all-women's college, for the girls of successful families with a history of free thought. The only men here are a big chunk of the faculty and some of the staff. Sure, we have to teach some classes, serve as mentors, blah, blah, blah the usual faculty thing. But we're also here to help the students who want to grow into their sexuality. If you get this job, part of the deal is being open to sex with the students. Very open. And not just the students either, but also the female faculty, staff, and when they visit the alumni and mothers of the students. Come here and you'll get all the pussy you want; always on the girls terms, of course. You can say 'no' when you want to, but there's never a need to sleep alone if you don't want to. Yeah, this is a faculty job, but sex is part of the deal, and if this isn't for you, then we'll send you home, no harm no foul."
"Beth picked you up and brought you to the island, right? I'll bet a bottle of rum she's already given you a taste of what this place is like. She won't be the last; I know Lisa's got an eye on you as well, I guess for old times sake. You come here, you'll have all you want. Some girls will just want a taste, some will want to be with you more. You may end up with a girlfriend; most of us do eventually, but that doesn't mean we don't get as much lovin' as we want from the rest of the girls too. Everybody knows the guys here are fair game, no ownership or jealousy allowed."
"Ok, look, coming here is a very serious commitment. Not only do they want someone to fit into this place, they want them to stay for the long term. You come here, you should plan on being here for good. Not everyone does, of course, and those who bail out usually get nice, safe, and very quiet positions courtesy of the alumni's families connections, but because you'll not be getting grants, publishing papers, or teaching at a famous place, a job here takes you off the traditional academic grid. That's the price you pay. If living in fucking paradise, eating great food and laying beautiful, smart young women is worth changing your life goals, well, this might be the place for you. Me? Coming here was about the only good decision I've ever made."
Kjem was floored. Could this really be what GCC was all about? He and Mike spent the next hour talking about everything from office space, money, lab and teaching space and expectations (a very light teaching load!) and equipment; it was clear that GCC had everything Kjem would need on all counts. They also talked about Mike's past girlfriends. It seems he had had a string of them, usually for two to three years each, all students who would leave when they graduated.
His current girlfriend was a business major who, he explained, had helped him revamp all the moving parts of the mobile beach bar he ran when he wasn't teaching, turning it around to what was now a very popular gathering place for the students and actually turned a respectable profit. She would be graduating next Spring, and although Mike said he would miss her, at the same time he seemed to take a sort of fatherly pride in how she was doing and how well she was sure to do in the future.
